War

a poem

War

For I would
start a war,
fight within myself;
a battle against
self-hatred and
the doubt of
worth that sabotages
every waking moment.

I would guerilla
warfare my way
into self-compassion
and forgive all
those scars I
put on my
back in effort
to find love.

To hell with
the rules of
engagement. This is
a street brawl—
meeting these demons
at high noon
on the playground—
facing the bullies

who saw insecurities
like archery targets.
My small fists
would flash as
if possessed with
a hunger for
blood that beats
in my ears

from a heart
that is blooming
open to see
myself in the
daylight, full of
hope and self,
unashamed, nude flesh
breathing in the sun.

For you,
I would start a war.


If you’re aching to listen for God in the real stuff of life—grief, wonder, doubt, desire—I offer spiritual direction as a space to breathe and be heard. We listen together for the Spirit moving in the ordinary, the hidden, the in-between. No fixing. No formulas. Just presence, honesty, and room to be fully human before God.

If that sounds like what your soul needs, I’d love to walk with you


I am in the process of becoming a community chaplain with The Order of Hildegard. This program is designed to help form people into spiritual leaders that lead and serve from the margins. It’s for the people who don’t quite fit with the traditional church because of trauma, disability, or identity. If you, as my community, would like to help me fulfill the financial obligation this chaplaincy program has, you can give at the link below. Thank you for the myriad ways you support me.